Chapter 1: Pamela's POV

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I was walking down the street with my friend Lucy, laughing about what happened earlier that day in school. My stomach rumbled, interrupting us which got us giggling again. "I'm craving some mini eggs," Lucy says while rubbing her stomach. I pouted, "I don't have any money on me though." she clapped her hands, "it's okay! I know the guy that works at the convenience store" "I still don't think he'll give us it for free.." not hearing me she skipped towards the main road. True to her words, she somehow came out of the store with two mini egg packets. We quickly finished the small packets as we made our way back home. "IT'S SUMMERTIME!!!! YEAH!!" Lucy yelled down the street. "Shut up" I replied but then yelled even louder "SCHOOLS OUT!!!" We started laughing again but then stopped when I noticed the police cars in front of my house. Lucy and I looked at each other in confusion and in a dead sprint, we ran toward my house. We had started up the driveway when a burly police officer with 'in training' written under his name, stopped us from going any farther. "Where do you think you're going young ladies?" he asked us. "Sir" I exclaimed ignoring his question, "what's going on? This is my house! Are my parents all right?" I was shaking with nervousness about what had happened to my family. Both of my parents' motorcycles were here, taped off with police tape. The police officer had an 'oh shit' expression. "You better come inside...". He started to guide me towards the house but Lucy stopped him by speaking for the first time since arriving. "Sir, what about me?" "Are you a resident of this household?" "Um, no.." Lucy was getting flustered. "Then please leave." The police officer was firm. "But, sir I-" She was cut off by the officer who was clearly getting annoyed. "I said please leave did I not?" Lucy looked taken aback, but gave in and started walking away, back to her house. She turned around with a worried expression and before the police officer could shepherd me inside, and called out two words; "good luck." The door was closed firmly behind me and my world was shattered by what I saw.

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